When Slump was dropping this album, a glitch happened, leading to two different songs under the same name. The version on soundcloud is the leaked song while spotify has the correct song. Version on soundcloud went on to be a new track called What’s Next (Extended) and has been updated to the origin...
[Part I]
[Intro]
(Swi-Swishrr beats)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Whole lotta racks, seen this bitch get fest
Five hunnid dollar, Chrome Heart on my neck (Bah)
Tell him, "Speak up", I ain't hear what he said
I'm with my slime and he hold twin TEC's
Nigga want war, said, "Okay, bet"
Yeah, slidin', I'm comin' correct
I just been thuggin', this bih' want sex (She do)
Huh, fifty on rocks, what's next? (Okay)
Oh, you want Ruth Chris? Huh
Fifty on wrist, that's cool, kid (Bop), huh
Nigga just like Nike, let do this, huh
Play with them racks, you stupid, huh
Fell in love with my drip, no cupid, huh
Gang still smoke out the QP
True jeans, right on my ass, how true this? Huh
Cops on my ass, don't lose me
[Verse]
Huh (Uh)
I-I-I'm with my demons, nigga that's 666, nigga yo whole crew bitch
Walk in to Neimans, spent ya whole check on drip
Last nigga pushed, got spinned (No cap)
I'm a playmaker, twin gon' setup the pick, make sure I get the assist
He a full hater, nigga might fly to New York, ballin' so hard like a Knick
Huh, roll a spliff, I need the fronto (Blatt)
When them racks came, I need it pronto
She give the best brain, straight to her tonsil
They like, "How you swag so hard?", I don't try to
[Chorus]
Whole lotta racks, seen this bitch get fest
Five hunnid dollar, Chrome Heart on my neck
Tell him, "Speak up", I ain't hear what he said (C'mon)
I'm with my slime and he tote twin TEC's
N-n-nigga want war, said, "Okay, bet" (Woo-woo, okay)
Slidin', I'm comin' corre— (Okay)
I-I-I just been thuggin', this bih' want sex (She do)
Hol' up, fifty on rocks, what's next? (Woo-woo-woo, big ball)
Oh, you want Ruth Chris? Huh (Woo-woo)
Fifty on wrist, that's cool, kid (Woo-woo)
Nigga just like Nike, let do this, huh (Woo-woo)
Play with them racks, you stupid, huh (Woo-woo)
Brand new AMG, made this shit roofless (Woo-woo)
Treat my fans like a cult, yeah, we gon' make a movement
True jeans, right on my ass, how true this? Huh (Bop, bitch)
Cops on my ass, don't lose me
[Outro]
Can't fuckin' catch me (Yeah, yeah)
Woo (Ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, top dog shit, y'all already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man)
Brr
[Part II]
[Intro]
Woah, woah
(Swi-Swishrr beats)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Thanks, Zuko)
Ayy (Skrrt)
Ayy, oh yeah
[Verse]
Yeah, I just wan' bust her face, huh
She wan' bust it down (Ooh)
Yeah, she wanna come to my place (Wanna come to my place, what?)
But she can't come around (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With slime, yeah, with my snake
Try act up, we'll take you down
I said, "Shawty, have it yo' way" (Yo' way), yeah
Most these niggas, they ain't fuckin' with my throwaways (Throwaways), damn
Said you richer than me, nigga, no way (No way), damn
I'm in LA, smokin' on that propane (Propane), damn
Say you love me, I only love that money (I only love that—)